Hindered = We have, for most times, only sought the applause; never taking the time to pause; to stand, breathe, and understand any cause. We had, for too little a time, not let ourselves cry; forever avoiding the need to try; to explore, discover, and inevitably fly.
Infinite = Hers was the single-track playlist I could loop for days on end.
Reaper = We’re the troubled age, the sorry page of ash’s fate; Doom’s sage at end’s edge.
A reminder = Don’t ever compromise that beautiful mind of yours; breathe life into the worlds behind those daydream doors. Keep it. Save it. For our world has had enough of corporate spores.
Art of war. * Flank, and we’ll break their ranks. Flank, and none shall stand. Flank, and we’ll make any iron will bend.
From the past, we move forth. * It is in memories we find our most treasured possessions, the nooks and crannies of discarded obsessions; the fallouts of unanswered questions; the gateway to our desired ascension.
There you were, across the street, To my heart and mind, an ever glitch. There you are, across the street, To my heart and mind, a broken switch.
